Judgement’s steady stride intensified, until he was nearly running, his sword held low behind him, right hand forward. He was at the door and through it in moments, one threat stood about thirty feet ahead of him, but the other was half that distance away standing in the middle of the room, at first sight facing away from him. His momentum carried him forward two more steps, easily within range at no more than seven feet from his foe. His blade drew across the air in front of him as he converted his momentum into a simple horizontal slash at the smaller figure’s shoulder-height, resulting in his right foot forward. If nothing changed he had no reason to suspect his huge blade wouldn’t rend the flesh of his foe as almost five inches of the end of the blade was in line with her body and arcing towards her fragile skin, cutting from Judgement’s right to his left.